a cup of hot coffee in my hand,
i step outside.
it is quiet except for a jet
far away
&
close by birds are chirping
but, their song
does not count as noise.
there is no moon this morning
only venus to the east
&
a few clouds overhead
reflecting
the lights
of the bay area.
for a reason
of which
only i am aware
a lonely feeling fills me inside.
how I wish
it could always be
in the morning.
